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Quick rundown of the last couple of days.

Friday: Dan calls and asks if I want to go to the Steeler playoff game on Saturday. UM, YEAH! So we’re going. My mom will babysit because she is awesome.

Saturday: We all wake up, do our morning routine, I leave to go to the tile store (still looking for tile for our kitchen: I found some a couple of months ago I liked, and when I went back to place the order last week, the tile place was closed. As in, NO LONGER IN BUSINESS. The racks inside are empty and there is a sign saying ‘Thanks for all the memories!’ or something. BAH. Starting over.) I run some other errands while I’m out. I get home 3 hours later- Maggie has just awoken from a 3-hour nap! She feels hot. We think it’s just from her outfit, kind of a thick fleecy thing. We change her clothes, but she’s still hot. Take her temperature. The ear thing says 99 in one ear, 100 in the other. The armpit thing says 100. Google what to do if your baby has a fever. Apparently at her age, the danger is over 103 or if they’re acting differently. She’s not- she’s playing, eating, everything just fine. We keep an eye on her, both quietly wondering if this means NO STEELER GAME for us. ARGH.

She takes another nap less than 2 hours later- she’s very very tired. I give her Motrin to help with the fever, but other than that, she’s totally fine. Mom comes over, I check on the sleeping Maggie. Her cheeks are cool, her head is nowhere near as hot as it was. We decide to go ahead to the game. I feel a little bit guilty, but I know she’s in good hands with my mom.

Chick-fil-A in the car on the way downtown. Driving through the parking lots is AWESOME, we’ve never been to a playoff game, and I haven’t been to a game that matters in years- usually we just go to preseason games when our friends get tickets from season-ticket holders. The atmosphere is amazing, everyone is pumped.

Right before the game starts, I call home to check in. Maggie is doing fine, no fever, playing and she just got a bath. YAY! We can enjoy the game knowing she’s doing all right.

The game: is ridiculous. We are down 21-7 at halftime, Ben throws 3 interceptions. CRAP CRAP CRAP. He gets it together in the 2nd half and we come back from being down 28-10 later and are leading 29-28 with less than 4 minutes to play. Then it all falls apart, the Jaguars get in field goal range with 40 seconds left, kick it and it’s good. We get the ball back… then the stupid offensive line causes Ben to fumble and it’s all over. We leave, very sad and tired from all of the emotional rollercoasting that’s been going on.

We get home at 12:45am- Maggie just woke up with another fever, head and cheeks burning up. She’s still acting fine, playing and laughing and having a bottle. Mom leaves, we take over. Maggie doesn’t fall asleep until 3am. TIRED. She wakes up again at 4, very very upset- but no fever. We have no idea what’s wrong, teeth? Sour belly? Fighting some sort of mega-virus? We try everything. We go in shifts, one of us snuggling on the couch with her, the other pretending to sleep in the bedroom. I’m so tired, I feel like I’m hallucinating, and I’m dizzy. My stomach hurts a little bit, feel kind of nauseous, probably from exhaustion. I take over a shift, she finally falls sleep at 6. We all sleep. She wakes up for the day at 8:30. Dan thankfully gets up with her, and I sleep (kind of) until 11. When I get up, she’s been playing and had her usual morning, no fever, just fine. But she’s SO TIRED and won’t take her nap. We put her in her crib for a while and let her fuss a bit, but finally I snuggle on the couch and she passes out.

She’s been sleeping for an hour. Dan just went to take a nap. I feel just slightly better than death right now. And my right bicep is sore from waving my Terrible Towel like a maniac last night.

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